Word Count: 1,729
“die” used: 15 times.
“help” used: 22 times
So we’ve got two scenes of INSANE stream-of-consciousness. Not really good. Especially since it was all written after brain death. So jolly. *falls over*
However, in my defense, I did watch a movie after work, and I still got this written. *pauses* That doesn’t really sound like a defense. More explanation might be requiered. Ahem. See, when I’m writing, I wear earbuds. A side effect of living in a house of children/liking music. And when I’m writing, I’m not in the mood for conversation. Mysterious, I know. My sisters seem to find this mysterious, at any rate. And I generally, after a certain amount of time, either am A.) Rude- (“Why are you talking to me, and how did you get in my room? Leave. Now.”) or B.) vaguely agreeable- (“Yeah. Yes. Sure. Okay. Ah-huh. Sure. Sorry, what was that?”) On Tuesday, I think it was, I chose option B. And I agreed to watch the extended edition of the Lord Of The Rings. Oops?
Now, I love the Lord Of The Rings, and I am a fan of marathons. Big Fan. Just, not while trying to write stories. Not so much. So I triumphantly diverted the plan into watching Confessions Of A Shopaholic instead. (Good movie, btw. Fun chick-flick, and almost all Kendra-Friendly.) We watched, and then I was tired, and then I wrote, darn it. I finished these scenes, DARN IT. Ahem. Now my brain is hamstering. You know the thing when your mind feels like a hamster on a runaway wheel? Yep. I should stop typing and go break the wheel. *waves*
Tomorrow I, uh, set fires, shoot people, and so on. I think.
Pergite animo forti, Lacedaemonii, hodie apud inferos fortasse cenabimus!
[Don’t ask about the latin, it just seemed appropriate.]